Chapter 320: A Flask and a Red Nose

The worst crime of all is to murder

other people's dreams in broad daylight.

-- Quote associated with 

The Deeds of Heroism,

Standing Orders 

of The Parallelogram Office

Gapsworth's mission was very clear to him, but he cannot articulate it to anyone. In these perilous times, nobody can be trusted; everyone has become an agent of evil, because the goodness of the façade is the perfect mask to the true intentions of dark substances. Evil has become a Trojan Horse and by this perfect information that he knows, everyone is a suspect. Trust has been equated to betrayal. You cannot afford being a fool at this point in time.

But somehow in this bitter and penitent journey, Gapsworth feels a strong connection to a particular kind of particulate, something that is too good not to be recognizable. Of course, the cosmos had become so unpredictable that it has a tendency to be erroneous in its manifested form brought about by the pollution of unworthy substances that has been floating around since the integrity of time has been desecrated. Trust has become a very important commodity. You can no longer give it for free.

This immediately alerted Gapsworth that there may be danger lurking ahead, just as he was instructed very carefully in carrying out this most important mission. As the Synod of the Empire rests its unqualified faith on his shoulders, no matter how heavy it is for him to carry, he must journey on towards the purported end, and defend the hope and dreams of those who have fallen victim to the heartless and callous murderers that happen to litter the vast majority of the universe.

It does not matter what dimension or alternate world there is to find out there, waiting for explorers; murder to one dimensional perimeter is a murder to all. All killers must address the universe, apprehended, brought to justice and eventually compelled to face the music. Death in all matters of its essence is a severe decision reserved exclusively for the divine; ignorant usurpation of authority can never be permitted in a civilized group and in professional domains.

Creation, after all, communes with one another.

By the efficacy of this sacred law, Gapsworth gathers sufficient strength to continue his most noble mission. He must answer only to authorized agents, and to no one else. Nobody can enslave others without his permission, and this is the rule that he religiously follow. And the only way to defend the law of secrecy is to simply reverse its purported effects. It must be exposed; what was done in secret must come out in the light of day. There is no other option left but to make it official. Known. Alert the world that such cruelty exists.

There is no turning back now; one must abruptly terminate his fears or everyone else dies by default. Sickness like these are very contagious and really sensitive to the stomach. It's like eating fresh onions and chewing on it for so long, until it leaves a bad smell in the mouth. There is really no point in trying to escape from the force of absolute reason, but instead one must let the whole creation become the urgent adjudicators of some form of a repulsive and disgusting anomaly. Goodness will eventually find the proper way later on; the truth will always defend itself in the form of justice, so there is no proximate cause to doubt that it will. When the time is right, it will happen.

As he was recounting memories spent, Gapsworth suddenly remembered his glorious time as the loyal apprentice of the Cannon. Surely, it still felt very cool to always be on top of the class, masterimg all the lessons pertaining to the elements of fire, earth, water, and air. There is popularity, merit, recognition, and pride intrinsically attached to it, and that gives pleasure; it was almost divine. However, nowhere in his mind foresaw the fact that any kind of honor takes a lot of hardwork, grit, and consistency that not even a simple evidence of excellence will suffice with just a tiniest bit of greatness (from where honor comes from) in order to satisfactorily equate its value to the appointed place of honor. For to begin with, honor requires more than excellence. Far more than that.

As a bare minimum, honor requires service. It is consummated through a certain form of devotion to duty. Commitment necessitates the vessel from which this truth must prevail. And above everything else, an individual must do it out of passion. Love. One must do it unceasingly so that it becomes clear to his mind, and that the ultimate measure of the tirelessly doing of things is in the act of doing itself.

This is a lesson Gapsworth learned too late, and a costly pill so unpleasantly bitter to be forcibly swallowed. And yet, no Otter (just like himself) is a coward in the face of these hidden and shameless murderers. He knows exactly what monsters are truly like, and he can smell them even as far away as they are located miles and miles away. Just as any individual training for the inevitable war, he is now ready to engage and fire the shots necessary to neutralize no matter what happens. For this honor is all about responsibility; after all, what is the whole point of trying to obtain knowledge? For what use do baboons eat bananas? He can clearly see the perspective in the vast horizon by now.

Gapsworth is afraid no longer.

His red nose was sensitive enough for any evil matter to escape his detection, and he knows that unique talents must be utilized for service to others. Being different is good, because bearing a magical power in the midst of the mortal and powerless makes someone a loner to some extent. One must recognize that being different is actually good, and the gnawing feeling of any kind of guilt for not being everyone else is not entirely truthful at all. A blessing meant for one's own person is, indeed, very rare.

In fact, it is a possession so rare that it becomes too expensive for everyone to actually afford it. The world is persistently transactional in all of its dealings, and everyone must simply comply with the universal law of cause and effect.

But this is how exactly blessings work; when it becomes too valuable, it radiates more than enough power too great not to be shared.

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